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Twenty-six

Ye Feng jumped up like a carp and rushed out. Ling'er shouted: "Brother, clothes!"...

I hurriedly picked up the clothes and put them on, but unexpectedly stepped on the corner of the clothes. My already unbalanced body collapsed, and a dog gnawed its feces and "plopped" on the ground...

What's going on? Ye Feng couldn't get up at all. He wanted to think clearly. He hadn't been this rough for a long time! He hadn't slept well for a long time worrying about gains and losses. Why was he so anxious when everything was arranged? Besides, there was also a sworn brother-in-arms.

Guard there!

"Brother, where did you fall?" Ling'er was covering her mouth and laughing, but when she saw Ye Feng lying down and unable to get up, she thought she had broken something and hurriedly ran forward to help her.

Seeing Ling'er's anxious look, Ye Feng took advantage of the situation and hugged Ling'er into his arms: "Brother is fine, lie down and think about something."

"Can't you be more careful? What if you break it? What will Ling'er do?" She sounded like a young wife reproaching her.

"Haha, this is in the game, don't worry." Ye Feng felt warm in his heart.

"I'm afraid you're used to falling, so you'll fall when you go out." Ling'er pursed her lips and said with a sweet smile.

"..."

Ye Feng was very relieved and happy to hold Ling'er. He didn't expect that there would be love in his life. He didn't expect that the original brothers of life and death would appear again. God favored me and allowed me to save little Ling'er...

Huh? By the way, I understand, people's habits are easy to develop and difficult to change, and my irritability is because of the turmoil in my heart. Ling'er, it's Ling'er's fault, because Ling'er himself can't be defeated, can't

If you lose, it will be difficult to recover if the losses are serious in the first battle. If you don't have the troops, you will have nothing but soup in the following wars.

Because Ling'er started to care about her, her original peaceful mood was shattered. In this case, okay, then I will work hard. No one can hurt her, no one can take her away. She is mine! No one can get involved!

Ye Feng held up Ling'er's face seriously: "Ling'er, you have to make a choice very seriously!"

Ling'er was greatly puzzled: "What's wrong...brother?

"You know I have been traumatized. I wanted to remain silent for the rest of my life and didn't want to get involved in emotions, but then I met you again... and I admit that I gradually fell in love with you."

Ling'er became more meek as she listened to Ye Feng's narration, smiling gently,

"Maybe you think I'm easy to talk to, and I'm usually like that, but I'm also a domineering and stubborn man. My people don't allow the slightest betrayal or the slightest harm. In other words, once you agree, you will be mine for the rest of your life.

Yes, I will protect you with my life."

"Now I give you a chance to choose again..."

After hearing this, Ling'er leaned forward and kissed Ye Feng on the lips, "If there is a next life, Ling'er will still be my brother's woman." She was gentle but firm.

"You were born before I was born, and you are old after I was born. Fortunately, we met not too late. Brother, remember to come to Ling'er early in the next life. Ling'er is really lonely and scared..."

Ye Feng suddenly hugged Ling'er tightly and looked up to the sky laughing wildly...

"Okay, I, Ye Feng, have a beloved woman again. From now on, I will never leave her. I will live and die for you!"

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Ling'er looked up at Ye Feng with blurred eyes...

"Boss, the Yellow Turban Army drove the refugees to fill the trap and began to attack the mountain!" Ke Zhendong's fellow hurriedly broke in through the door and shouted.

Ye Feng looked at Ke Zhendong, who was drinking the sword in all directions, speechlessly, and Ling'er also came back to his senses and stared at him.

Daxia Ke saw something was wrong and said sarcastically: "I didn't expect the boss to like lingering in the yard, cough cough... it's okay, you continue." After speaking, he ran out, leaving Ye Feng's swaying in the wind.

The smelly feet wander alone...

After lingering again in the evening, Ling'er dressed him neatly, and not long after, Ye Feng appeared in front of the mountain army.

"My lord, the bandit army is powerful. We are fully prepared. I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle!"….

Ye Feng nodded slightly, yes, the mountains and plains below were filled with the Yellow Turban Army. A group of soldiers at the front drove the refugees who came with them to trample on the traps and gradually advance.

These refugees were crying miserably as they stepped into the trap one by one without any resistance. Alas...! There must be something hateful about these poor people! Do you expect God to save you if you are so cowardly?

Ye Feng ordered to prepare for the attack!

Everyone was stunned. Wouldn't an attack at this time lead to death? Even if a large number of enemy troops were killed, the damage would be considerable, and it would be impossible to defend.

Tian Feng suddenly said: "Master, are you going to incite the rebels to turn against each other?"

"Of course! You shout with others: If you advance, you will die. If you can overwhelm the Yellow Turban bandit army, I will give money and food to the survivors, and they can also join our army! If they listen, they will lead people to rush down. If they don't listen, it will be useless and they will be shot directly.

!”

The troops followed the orders and made loud noises. The refugees thought they would die when they saw numerous traps. But now they heard that there was still hope of survival if they retreated, and they would still have money and food if they survived, so small-scale resistance began.

They were not raised to work hard, they were all cannon fodder carried along the way. If they starved to death, they would be thrown away. Those who could not starve to death were driven to the front to consume the enemy's arrows. Only a handful of survivors were recruited.

When you join the regular Yellow Turban Army, you have to say that the war is cruel. The Yellow Turban Army's combat effectiveness is getting stronger and stronger. If Zhang Jiao is properly prepared, it will be hard to say whether he will win or lose for two more years!

Failure is always reserved for those who are unprepared and unprepared.

Seeing the commotion of the refugees, the soldiers shouted loudly: "Why should we die for them? We have food and water. If we defeat them, you will have something to eat and you will survive! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Zhao Yun, Yan Liang, Wen Chou cooperated by shooting bows and arrows, killing the leader of the Yellow Turban Army. The soldiers and generals who were driven back did not dare to advance but retreated slightly. This retreat, regardless of retreat, completely aroused the determination of the refugees to resist.

"Yes! Why should we die in vain and be used as cannon fodder if we survive! Kill them! Join the army on the mountain!"

Wow...! The refugees all turned against each other. The Yellow Turban Army really shot themselves in the foot. Fifty thousand soldiers drove away hundreds of thousands of refugees. Normally, it was fine, but during the war, they couldn't control it. They were instantly dispersed.

Ye Feng led the long archers to fire from the rear, with the sword and shield men protecting them, and the crossbowmen standing still to protect the defense line.

The Yellow Turban Army was scattered and retreated for more than ten miles before reorganizing their formation. Dianmao lost more than ten thousand soldiers and nine out of ten refugees. Ye Feng Ruyan gathered the remaining refugees and slowly retreated to the mountain.

The refugees had lost their fighting ability, and Ye Feng was not very concerned about them, so he ordered people to take them to the back mountain to distribute food and water. Everyone escaped death and then received food and water, and they all had tears in their eyes and fell to the ground to thank them.

Not to mention Ye Feng's ability to win over people's hearts, the morale within the Yellow Turban Army was low at this time. This battle was frustrating and they were defeated several times. They had never suffered such a disastrous defeat since the uprising!

The big man with a black face screamed "Wow wow": "Attack the mountain for me, no matter the cost, kill them all to relieve the hatred in my heart!" What is going on with him? What else do I have in front of other commanders?

Face, and besides, this mountain cannot be taken back. If the drinking water is cut off after a day, the soldiers under his command will scatter like birds and beasts! A mutiny is just around the corner!

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